If you’ve been following my adventures for the past few months, you know that I have been house and pet-sitting for my friends, George and Jo, whom I met in Montevideo, Uruguay, who live here in Santa Fe, New Mexico. Every month has brought a new surprise. I’ve often done house and pet-sitting in Brazil, South Africa, and Albuquerque, but this assignment has been the biggest of all….. and it’s getting bigger all the time. In early February, I took on three dogs, one cat, and a ninety-three-year-old granny, Marian, to look after while my friends went to California for work. One month into my three-month assignment, Marian died in her sleep. I wrote about her illness and death a few blogs back, describing the hard work of that period as equivalent to running six marathons in forty-eight days.
Well now, I’m involved in running my seventh marathon of the year! I’m helping my friends to move permanently to California where employment demands them to live for at least two more years. So, they’re putting this house up for sale, leaving me to prepare it for real estate showings and to either sell, or get rid of, everything that they haven’t already boxed up during their last visit home. In a few weeks, they’ll return to truck the pets and their possessions to a new apartment in Sacramento.
Well, I’ve managed to get to this advanced age without ever having to even organize a yard sale, let alone, empty a house and stage it for real estate viewing. This is a new twist on the concept of house-sitting! Plus, I’m a stranger in the area and don’t know any of the resources, contacts, and consignment shops used by those who suddenly downsize drastically. Help! However, George has absolute faith in my ability to do this job flawlessly. All by myself!
Enter, a brilliant solution….. thanks to a new piece of my wardrobe, bought on a whim at my recent Writing Retreat at a Yoga Center called Body, in Santa Fe. By the way, my new book manuscript (my fourth book now) passed the stringent review that Tom Bird gives it during his all-important Soul Read; and it is now moving on through the production process. It should be published by September. But, back to the weird story of how my new pants saved my skin on this house-sitting assignment.
I’ve suddenly become an unexpected member of “THE SISTERHOOD OF THE TRAVELING PANTS” and my new trousers have saved everything! Now what does that have to do with selling this house? Strange and amazing things occur when you spend $120 on a pair of absolutely divine and stylish, flair-legged, black, pin-striped, swishy pants and then wear them around town with your black cowgirl boots. Women give you compliments! Every time I wear them, total strangers tell me how great they look, and, one day, a lady wanted me to come into a consignment shop and show her friend. Once inside, a gal named Charley Davis also got into the pants conversation and I learned that she runs a business to help people pack up their stuff and move across country.
Bingo! Did I ever have a job for her!
Luckily, George and Jo were still in town and they hired her to do a professional job for them. So, we are now heavily-involved in doing this work together – cleaning, culling, planning a yard sale for next weekend; and rearranging their furniture for photographs and for staging. Today’s photos below will show you how that’s going!
Now, what does this have to do with a yurt? In addition to a three-car garage, this property has a most beautiful and enormous yurt, used for meetings and dancing. It’s only a few steps up the hill but surrounded by forest privacy. So, if you’re looking for a large three-bedroom, two-bath house, with inside office space, and two occupied, income-producing, rental units; as well as a detached place to set up an art or hobby studio or hold gatherings, such as yoga classes, study groups, or many sorts of professional activities……as well as lots of parking….. then look no further.
Come to the “City Different,” Santa Fe, New Mexico! This house is slightly out in the country, in the bedroom community of Eldorado, where views of rolling hills, forests and mountains stretch forever. But, it takes only fifteen minutes to drive to the lovely Santa Fe downtown plaza. It’s a very, very, very quiet location. And the stars shine brightly at night with no city lights to interfere.
Price is available on request from Realtor, Andy Ault, of Keller Williams Realty, 505-946-2144 or [email protected]
Stay tuned for pictures of the yurt in my next post. AND, of my famous traveling pants! Tell all your friends! This beauty won’t last long! BTW, Santa Fe is the clean-air capital of the world!
TO WRITE LARGE UPON THE WORLD
My DNA comes from a long line of Tall Ship Captains! My great-grandfather, Henry Hilgrove Hollis, was captain of The Harvest Queen, out of Baileys Bay, Bermuda. My father, Russell Dickinson, set out in his twenties to sail around the world aboard the famous (to yachtsmen) little schooner, The Cimba. See The Saga of Cimba, Amazon.com. I’ve written a movie script about his dangerous voyage home aboard the derelict four-masted schooner, The Seth Parker. The script is named The Insatiable Sea.
Although I’ve never sailed, I have circled this globe twice, slowly, alone. And now, I feel the drumbeat quickening, to set out once again for a third go-round. I still have latitude to do a little planning, but my time in the United States is slowly winding down.
It’s quite uncanny the way this change announces itself. Most likely, it’s the DNA talking, because maps come out; dreams are revisited and considered possible; timeframes become examined in a way that’s slightly more pertinent than just last week: “Would my book release benefit or suffer if I left sometime in September?” The balancing act goes on until the perfect date is chosen. Something inside relaxes!
TO MAKE FOOTPRINTS OUT OF WORDS
Because my Bermudian great-grandparents kept long love letters sailing between Bailey’s Bay, Bermuda and his four-masted, merchant vessel, The Harvest Queen, in ports all over the world; and because I transcribed those seven-hundred, hard-to-read letters and donated them to the Bermuda Archives, I learned the value of sharing words written from the heart. That thirty-year experience taught me to write my thoughts and to hope that someone in the future will value them.
TO STRETCH MY BOUNDARIES TO INFINITY & NEVER FEAR ANYTHING
Solo world travel keeps a person young because you’re only going to do it when you feel young! So far, so good! And, it’s exhilarating to realize how little of the “Stuff of Life” one really needs. But, also to prove to myself and anyone else who might be watching, the truth of:
“SUFFICIENT TO THE DAY, ARE THE MEANS THEREOF!”
No matter how far I send myself, I do not exhaust that constant umbrella of promise. What a delight now, to test that Truth, yet again and again! Tapping the universal force of The Granny, combined with the innocence of “The Class of ’55,” I expect to bop around the world, continually finding new friends and wonderful adventures.